Page 81 of Ivory Obsession
“Like that?” I asked without looking up, feeling the affirmative tremor run through her as my mouth moved higher.
“More,” she breathed out, and that was all the permission I needed.
My tongue followed a slow path upward, tasting her anticipation. Each flicker against her skin was calculated and precise, meant to stoke the fire that was already burning low in her belly. She gasped and moaned, each sound spurring me on, feeding the heat that coiled in my own gut. With every shudder that ran through her, my resolve to push her right to the brink—and then some—only grew.
“Jade, look at me,” I commanded, my voice rough with need. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her response was immediate, her hands gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white. “No,” she said, the word filling the room with a fervor that matched the pulse I could feel against my lips.
I smiled against her skin, a predator basking in the transparency of her desire. Rewarding her for her honesty, I intensified my efforts, feeling the rhythm of her body against my tongue.
The taste of Jade’s climax hit me like a shot of the finest whiskey—sharp, heady, and damn intoxicating. She came apart beneath me, her cries echoing off the walls as her body arched off the bed.
Heat suffused my body, my satisfaction primal and complete in drawing out her ecstasy.
“Fuck,” she said, locking her legs around my head. Even then, I refused to relent. I continued my assault, teasing and torturing her in the wake of her climax. Her body jerked with each flicker of my tongue, a delicious response that spurred me on further. My name fell from her lips, half-choked and strangled by the waves of pleasure washing over her.
I paused to catch my breath as Jade’s hip bucked. I pressed a finger inside her wet pussy as her hips rose off the bed, her body begging for more even though her voice couldn’t find the words. I grazed her clit with my thumb, coaxing and urging her as she almost tumbled over the edge once again.
I curled my finger inside of her, finding her g-spot and pressing another finger down on her clit with a rhythmic precision that matched her panting breaths. “Again,” she whimpered, her hands clawing at the sheets as her body tensed beneath my skilled touch. I could feel her walls clenching around me in anticipation, and I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Patience,” I murmured against her skin, pulling back just enough to draw out yet another needy whimper from her lips. The sight of Jade sprawled out, wanting and waiting for me, was a vision I would never tire of.
I wasn’t gentle—I don’t think either of us wanted me to be—but I was controlled. My fingers moved with purpose, my thumb torturing her clit with a relentless focus that had Jade gasping for air and pleading for more.
I kissed between her legs until my mouth found her clit, licking, sucking, and nipping at the sensitive bud. Jade’s body convulsed beneath me, her moans turning into high-pitched whimpers as she once again neared her climax.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she gasped out, the desperate sound of her voice spurring me on. I plunged my fingers deeper into her, alternating between steady thrusts and gentle circular motions—an onslaught that soon had her legs shaking around me.
“Damn,” I breathed against her, my voice husky with arousal. The sensation of Jade writhing underneath me was as intoxicating as her taste, and I reveled in every minute of it. I gave her no respite, my tongue tracing intricate patterns over her clit while my fingers continued to stroke her insides.
“Oh God!” she cried out as her body clenched around me. With a satisfied smirk on my face, I savored the echo of her cries bouncing off the walls of the room. Her body thrashed beneath me; her breath frantic and ragged as she rode out the waves of her climax.
Her chest heaved as I slowed my movements, fingers still buried deep within her. I released my hold on her clit, replacing it will soft licks that made her jerk and twitch beneath me. The sweet taste of her release lingered on my tongue, a flavor I would never tire of.
Her fingers knotted in my hair. “Wait,” she said. “I’m…fuck, it’s really sensitive.”
“You stop coming when I say you stop coming.”
Her eyes flickered open, a whimper escaping her lips at the intensity of my gaze. I felt a surge of power course through me at the sight of her so vulnerable, so bare before me.
“Dante…”
“And you don’t stop coming until you’re crying from the pleasure.”
I watched her swallow hard, her hands gripping my hair tighter.
“Too much,” she breathed out, but the tremble in her voice told me she was not entirely against the idea.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I retorted, my words washing over her like a command.
“No...too much…” Jade repeated, but this time there was a pleading note in her voice, a desperate sound that only ignited my desire further. Her protests were weak, and even as she said them, her body answered differently. The way she arched against me was an invitation too tempting to pass up.
Ignoring her weak protests, I dove back in, pressing another kiss against her swollen clit. She gasped audibly, hips bucking up off the bed again.
“Relax, Jade,” my voice was raspy, a stark contrast to the practiced smoothness of my touch. “Let me take care of you.”
Her response was a moan, loud and unashamed, echoing around the room and winding its way around my senses. Her legs twitched, her body coiling tight as she teetered on the edge of another release. I could feel the tremors racking her frame as I slid a third finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me.